While walking the dog yesterday, I got talking with a woman and it came out that we're Canadian. Turns out her uncle's mother had met an Canadian soldier during WWII, they'd fallen in love, and her uncle was the result of this three week whirlwind wartime romance. His mom never found the man again, remarried and had a family, but the uncle always wondered about his Canadian family, and never felt entirely at home with his mother's family.
Then the lady I was talking to said she'd done a DNA search to find relations, and had found some people with a common ancestor 6 or 7 generations back. But the uncle? He found a cousin in Canada, and he's going there to meet the family and stay with them for several weeks.
Kinda cool. Apparently he's really delighted to get to meet these people and they're really excited too.
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